Childlike, no one understands/ Jackknife, in your sweaty hands/ Some kind of innocence is measured out in years/ You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
Upvotes at import: 13 | Stars at import: 9 Posted previously at: 2019-02-10T01:32:54 | Posted previously by: GafelPoez
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